Soiree Hip Hop!

Photo Nov 05, 10 56 28 PM (2)

Merci beaucoup tout le monde who came out last night to the Soiree Hip Hop show in Montreal! Glad I made it through that set despite the sore throat. Thanks Julay for the photo!

Puro Dodgers por vida


Baseball was my first love; the first thing I was ever passionate about. My Mexican/Salvadorean/Korean neighbors and I would play games in the middle of our street, and the Dodgers were our reference point and religion. We would mimick Fernando Valenzuela, Pedro Guerrero, Steve Sax, Mike Marshall, and the bulldog, Orel Hershiser. I was too young to remember the ’81 championship, but 1988 was vivid. That season we signed Kirk Gibson. Perhaps on the tail end of his career, he was a former MVP who won a chip with the Detroit Tigers a few years earlier. Well, we all know what he did to that Dennis Eckersley pitch during our World Series. .
The city of Los Angeles is distracting. Outside of sports, there are a million things simultaneously happening to occupy one’s time. I seriously thought I was going to grow up to play baseball. Then skateboarding took over. Then tagging. Then gang banging. Then hip hop. In a way, the Dodgers became sidetracked along with me. After ’88, they became mostly a middling team with shitty owner and a lot of disappointment. .
Finally back on the winning track (the Dodgers have been in the playoffs the last 5 years), this particular postseason was the closest we’ve gotten to winning it all. But now the dust has settled, and it’s just 29 years of heartbreak and counting. .
But really, the Dodgers are one of the few things that keeps me connected to my hometown. It is a text thread with me and my closest LA homies. It’s the first time I took my mom to a Dodgers game, four months before she passed away. It’s a fitted cap with a simple and iconic logo that I wear as my flag, here, in another city and country 3000 miles away. It is the REAL Los Angeles that outsiders seem blind to: working class, immigrant, black and brown soul. It’s a contradiction, the dirty business of professional sports, the exploitation of athletes, and the displacement of communities to build stadiums. It is blind fandom that is mostly senseless but for certain moments makes all the sense in the world. In the end, the “sports” part of it isn’t as important as the bonds and memories it creates for me. Win or lose, puro Dodgers por vida.


Hot off the presses! The 10-year anniversary re-designed reprint of one of my favorite projects, The Summer Exposure Mixtape. Mixed by DJ Phatrick, it’s 22 tracks (plus one Nomi drunk interlude) of pure heat! Gonna be slangin these at my show in Montreal on Saturday 11/4! Roll thru and pick one up!

Montreal! Performing LIVE Saturday November 4th!


Montreal fam! Just wanted to invite everyone to a show I’m doing next weekend!

Saturday November 4

@ The Traxide
617 Saint-Rémi
metro station Place Saint-Henri
(not the exact location, but someone will be there to tell folks where to go)

Doors 9pm
Show 10pm

I go on 10:45

Hope to see you there!!!



One thing I am adjusting to in Montreal is the weather. In particular, the idea of SEASONS. I grew up in Los Angeles, where the majority of the year was dry and warm. Which is great in its own sense. But the drastically changing seasons here in Montreal are certainly something to behold. Fall in particular, where the temperature comes down, the days become shorter, and of course the leaves change into those amazing colors. It’s teaching me to appreciate each season much more, and to think of change as a way to let go and reset a little. Not sure if I totally like it (winter is rough), but perhaps it’s good for my overall well being. We’ll see. For now, time to break out my scarf and coats.

That time of year


Still getting used to the idea of real seasons. Fall in Montreal is definitely one of my favorites. It also means that winter is around the corner, but I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.